Rumor had it that the Grand Feng Imperial Preceptor came from the lineage of Daiyu Mountain.
It was an immortal mountain, so surely the Imperial Preceptor knew immortal arts. How else could he have helped Emperor Feng establish his realm and ascend the throne in an age of chaos and war?
As the Imperial Preceptor's son, Yan Xisheng had been dignified, self-disciplined, and well-mannered since childhood. Serving as a study companion, he came to know all the princes.
When he reached the age of sixteen, Emperor Jiaming decreed that he choose a worthy prince to support.
Yan Xisheng made his choice: the second prince, Feng Xingyun.
But he never expected Feng Xingyun, who had seemed gentle, refined, and virtuous, to be cruel, wanton, and ruthless. His feigned affection had merely woven a trap around Yan Xisheng, leading him to place the blade in his hands.
From then on, fate shifted, and the imperial star faded.
Feng Xingyun was brutal and inhumane. He murdered his father and brothers, and even after ascending the throne, his paranoia led him to drown the entire imperial family in blood. Yan Xisheng was powerless to stop him and was even confined to the harem, never to leave again.
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Yan Xisheng closed his eyes amid poisoned wine and raging flames, only to open them again beneath the radiance of the full moon and scattered stars.
Reborn, he had returned to the moment when he first had to choose. To avoid repeating the mistakes of his previous life, Yan Xisheng decided to cast a new divination for the road ahead.
But the person who came treading on the wind beneath the moonlit blossoms and stole his divination coins was none other than the third prince, the one the entire imperial family knew to be dim-witted and quick-tempered, who listened only to his elder brother and regarded Yan Xisheng, whom he despised, as a sworn enemy.
Why did he seem so pure and innocent now, so very different from the person Yan Xisheng remembered?
